The cooler

We've got company this weekend -- my Aunt Sara and Uncle John and Aunt Heather and Uncle Mark are here to visit me. Since I'm the youngest, I am apparently the official beverage fetcher. (I really don't know how this rule came about, but I'd really like to challenge it). Of course, since I don't have thumbs, someone has to open the cooler for me before I can "fetch".




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